I’m not entirely sure how long I’d been standing there staring at the wood pile, and I’m not even sure what I was thinking about or what had brought me there but, I slowly focused on a big lump of Ash I’d manfully – ahem! – lugged...

“We are the servants of your ears We were born for music Whenever you’re sad We play for you.” Till Lindemann Early last year, as part of an arts interview, I was given a series of questions and asked to write a response of not more than one...